I chose this path, out of all of the ways I could have picked.
And I’m still choosing.
Even in this moment.
Whether or not it is embraced,
I continue on.
Drifting. No, not passive, but active.
Propelled further from my past,
Fingers gliding over people and places,
Grabbing and letting go,
let go-let go-let go.
Hemoglobin and myoglobin between old and new faces.
These words are more for me,